Sunday Syndrome Lyrics

I like folks that tell me I don't think straight

It's a habit that I picked up as a lil kid

I roll with people that will tell me when I'm off base

That's my boy, my boy, he's great

My boy, my boy, my boy, he's great

Big Dumbo I'll be flying with my big ears

I still remember when you said you wished I disappeared

Now it's Sunday when I'm walking that's what I fear

That's my boy, my boy, he's great

My boy, my boy, my boy, he's great

Got a twenty good to go for a good time

Got a twenty good to go for a good time

Know this place like a mother knows her babe

Got a twenty good to go for a good time

You wouldn't mind if I pulled off of the interstate

What's a couple hours late to hit up Charlie and some Pad-Thai?

We can keep a secret honey

We can keep a secret honey

We can keep a secret honey

We can keep a secret honey

I never said I was a good man

I never said I was a good man

I never said I was a good man

I never said I was a good man